I face the sun trying not to see
The shadows I know follow me
They hunger for possession
That plays with my depression
For my mirror darkly
Shows the pains starkly
Always on the cusp of despair
Past the façade of jokes I share
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Today at dVerse De, aka WhimsyGizmo, invites us to take a look at our shadow in form of a Quadrille this week.
One of my several knuckle-headed, irreverent Facebook buddies posted the following…
If God sneezes, what do you day to Him?
Me, being equally knuckle-headed and irreverent, responded in kind of course …
Salud! Careful Big Dude, I heard the last time that happened You accidentally took out the dinosaurs.
The older I get the more certain I am that Mr. Alighieri is going to need a whole new circle built for me and my shenanigans. At least I’m guaranteed excellent company.
Raivenne-lations 